We slept in a bit at Doug's house, having stayed up late looking at maps and talking with Doug. We sure were fed well. We were made scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. He cut up a tomato for Geoff, while I got a couple of thick slices of ham. I was also given the left-over bacon from yesterday.

Our shoes were dry by now from the hike yesterday. We slowly packed our things, nervously looking at the trees swaying in the heavy winds outside. Eventually we were done. Sharon wanted a picture of the three of us (Geoff, Doug and I) right before we left. I don't want to sound sappy or anythings like that, but we both agree that it feels as though we have known Doug and his family for much longer then an evening, a day, and a morning. He told so many stories about his life, family and friends. It was a sad good-bye.

The first part of the ride was brutally windy. Going up hills is much more pleasant then going in a headwind. Our legs felt strange not having ridden the day before: they felt very tense.

We stopped for lunch just under 50km, where we met our first other bicycle tourist, not including Martin. We ate left-over pizza and chatted. His name is Thien, and he was headed to Banff, where he will turn south and do a trail called The Great Divide. He is in much better shape then us. He had come from Toronto is just five days, doing 100km on a bad day.

We trucked on for another 25km to Pancake Bay Provincial Park. We chose a site a fair ways in, but right on the shore of Lake Superior. After a dinner of beans, rice, and veggies, we headed a few steps to the beach where Geoff wrote a lengthy letter, and I read acts II and III of Twelfth Night.

The night was cold, but we were pretty bundled up. I was very grateful for the balaclava Doug gave me, which I wore over my whole head for the whole night.